Who here is versed in the art of Mc'ing
if so, let it be known
If this thread gets shit stormed i'm locking it and banning everyone responsible
~let it be known~
I'm not but my friend is ultra talented. I'd link to something of his if he had any material online. MC Misc
I've written a few songs, don't really have any beats to put them them to, nor do i really have a place to record. I like hip hop moreso in it's poetic form, with lyrics on things that don't involve crime, but I do enjoy the occasional Dr. Dre song. I think my biggest influence would be buck 65s old album Vertex.
I have one friend who raps like a fucking spitfire.
It's really annoying actually.
My friend has recorded some Grime. But i don't think he put it up. It's a demo.
[QUOTE=leadfinger;16169954]Who here is versed in the art of Mc'ing
if so, let it be known[/QUOTE]
me
I do, but the rap contest would tell you otherwise.
'cuz I write poetry a bunch.
ya-dig
[QUOTE=TH89;16176348]me[/QUOTE]
please you're a dj
I can do anything
It's true, I've heard him rap,
he has good flow
[QUOTE=TH89;16188438]I can do anything[/QUOTE]
anything you can do i can do better
i can do anything better than you
I can do your mom
I'll eat ham and cheese, and I'll pimp your Mom, then beat her with the plate that the sandwich is on.
Word.
I fucking love ham and cheese.
[QUOTE=enjoi10;16170047]I've written a few songs, don't really have any beats to put them them to, nor do i really have a place to record. I like hip hop moreso in it's poetic form, with lyrics on things that don't involve crime, but I do enjoy the occasional Dr. Dre song. I think my biggest influence would be buck 65s old album Vertex.[/QUOTE]
Upload em I'd really like to hear em.
I personally can't MC but I am in awe whenever I find someone who can just go so smooth. One of my favorites is Previl from Swollen Members.
i can MC,
i've even posted a thread on FP with some lyrics on...
but yeah, it's relatively easy to do, if you try hard to right [b]intellectual[/b] lyrics.
[QUOTE=Metroid;16197395]i can MC,
i've even posted a thread on FP with some lyrics on...
but yeah, it's relatively easy to do, if you try hard to right [b]intellectual[/b] lyrics.[/QUOTE]
LOL tread carefully
everyone I know who tries to write "intellectual" lyrics is secretly an idiot
[QUOTE=Metroid;16197395]i can MC,
i've even posted a thread on FP with some lyrics on...
but yeah, it's relatively easy to do, if you try hard to right [b]intellectual[/b] lyrics.[/QUOTE]
:lol::lol:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFY8hTOtFXY[/media]
This guy goes to my school, no one likes him but he keeps making these raps. They're meant to be serious but, they're obviously quite shit. They always go around on the school email for a while each time a new one comes from somewhere. All the related videos which are Crop AKA Delmeet are his.
his beat is weak and cheesy.
[QUOTE=Metroid;16197395]i can MC,
i've even posted a thread on FP with some lyrics on...
but yeah, it's relatively easy to do, if you try hard to right [b]intellectual[/b] lyrics.[/QUOTE]
Define intellectual.
[QUOTE=Doriol;16206834]Define intellectual.[/QUOTE]
lyrics that make people think about things, lyrics that are witty, even 50 cent comes up with some occasionally
and TH89, ha... yeah, i can think of a few.
my most witty is most likely
[b]'I'm not a political fish, but i can catch debate'[/b]
and i honestly think my lyrics are quite interllectual, i could link to my previous thread, but i'm now afraid of looking a fool, LOL
Buck 65 is my biggest influence, followed by the Cool Kids and MF DOOM
[quote= The Centaur - Buck 65]Most people are curious
Some wanna get dirt on
The Centaur; I'm famous
I walk around with no shirt on
The easiest way would be for you to lie face down
I'm a man
But I'm built like a horse from the waist down
People are afraid of me but act like they love me
Feast your eyes upon my nudity
I am Beauty AND the Beast
I have plenty to say
But nobody listens because my cock is so big
And the end of it glistens; so I'm famous for it
"Freaky" is what everyone's name is for it
Sure, it's larger than yours
I'm a CENTAUR for Chrissakes!
I like to eat rice cakes and
listen to classical music
I'm told passion is my specialty
But really I'm old-fashioned
I'm quite well-built
As fas as physiques go
So people seem to think that I
belong in a freak show
They wanna have pictures taken
Constantly assumin' that my sex drive
is three times that of a normal human
Askin' silly questions like I'm
their personal mentor
All they care about is my big dick
because I'm the centaur
The porno industry
Wants to pay me lots of money to
appear in books and movie
'Cause they think I look funny
But I'm lookin' for true love
Not groupies and freaks
More than a huge cock - I have a complicated mind
I'm not the favorite kind of companion
For the average person
Sometimes things start well
But eventually worsen when sex becomes a problem
Or else they're unimpressed with
the attention that you get
Bein' a centaur's love interest
You don't care about my next life
Just my ex-wife and the intimate
details of our sex life
Most people are curious
Some wanna get dirt on
The Centaur; I'm famous
I walk around with no shirt on
The easiest way would be for you to lie face down
I'm a man
But I'm built like a horse from the waist down[/quote]
[quote=Sleep Apnea - Buck 65]
I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death
And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breath
That exited my body that didn't coincide
With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside
Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach
And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle
I simply can't imagine living on the moon
Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon
(Buck 65):
Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic?
I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket
It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel
Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel
I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven
All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope
It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell
I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help
I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep
Cuz most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
That haven't been able to make me stop feeling
Like demons are hiding the walls and in the ceiling
My catcher always told me you can't hit what you can't see
Your absence actually aggravates my fancy
And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin
I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been
I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen
To lock the door behind the next person that goes in
Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks
And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty
I've been poked by so many fingers
That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no mo'
I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized
Unspecified, unspecialized
Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance
Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me
Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance[/quote]
Buck 65s lyrics are great.
^^ now [b]that[/b] is some good intellectual writing.
[quote=Victim of Aggression]He works 9 to 5, in a cell, a tiny icy hell, but can not compare to the one he calls home
His life is perplexed and complex but somehow he manages to make it through despite living in the projects
Every day he cries out and wishes for some thing new, but some how nothing happens
he falls to his knees, a broken man, a slain spirit, slain by the capitalist shogun
And in this futile day and age this man slaves all day just to get his shitty pay
Come home to find his wife shot in the dome and his children gone
His house is a mess, taggings occupy the walls. Little did he know that his wife
was slingin' juice to the neighborhood crews, mixed up and cut up just to make a few.
His life is now nothing, even compared to what it used to be. The man grabs his gun and contemplates
Why life should go on, he thinks and tries to corroborate what is going on.
He says "my eyes decieve me, they lie, how can my wife die?"
Only just now does he realize his children are gone, in the back of a car, with bawling eyes.
But let me be proof in current times that the youth is corrupt, looking to steal your gold tooth.
He curls up and wonders if there's a god, he thinks not, possibly, he says I hope they don't bother me
The police roll up, wondering why this man seems so empty on the inside. Standing on his front porch he guides them to
His wife's demise. The police whisper and deliberate, 10 minutes late they turn around, and arrest the poor man.
He says "Why officers, I've done nothing wrong? Can't you see the blood shed in this home?"
In the holding cell they interrogate and aggravate the man, accusing him of murder. He crys and crys, sobbing till he
Thinks he's going to die. He confesses to wanting to suicide and the police realize (in this case, believe) that the man
Intended to kill his wife and send his children off, to hide from prying eyes. He asks to see his kids but they bid him
No budge. They won't move. He stands now before the judge, 2 years later, wondering where his kids are, how old they are
Or even if their still alive. The man can't cope, he's mentally broken, in an effort to save himself the man pleads not guilty
But can only afford the public attorney. His life has been a wonderless journey, now drawing to an end. He will spend
The rest of days hating the day when it happened. The jury returns with a fateful conviction, guilty.
He falls to his knees, he starts to scream. He just can't see the reason, the thought behind this.
He ponders in his mind, "maybe this is a test of my faith, maybe god wants to see if I'm worthy."
But he'll find no god behind steel doors and violent minds. 4 years pass, a letter comes through. It's his daughter, and his little boy too.
They say they are fine and that they will visit their dad. His eyes swell up, bursting with tears. Most joyous news
Has not been heard, since the day of that 6 o' clock news. (Of course, for the crews)
He spends his days, eagerly waiting, contemplating all that he'll say. Life with no parole is surely tough.
The day of their visit, he sits down for lunch. He minds his own business, he pays no heed to the bunch.
A crew rolls through with their blades in hand, they ask him "Hey, aren't you that man that sold us some bad grams?"
He says "I think you're clearly mistaken, I don't sell drugs." Another man says "Hey, I recognize that picture of you!"
The stabbings commence, his soul spills to the floor.
The life drains from his eyes, leaving a colorless shade of grey to fill the now empty tools.
He calls out to his wife, his kids, but no one is listening.
His blood now stains the cement, another victim of aggravated violence.[/quote]
[quote=Unnamed]Life is sitting on my shoulders...I'm staring it down face to face.
Will I make it in? Can I keep the peace?
I don't know, I never will, but clearly my late nights are getting later and I can't relate to this irate situation any more
I try to make sense of it all, put it on like cover all, understand understood, just like the encroaching brood I can't see the light all I see is darkness, cover my eyes try to read the time lift the veil, yo, it's raining hail
Reign over me like german sodomy, command me, control me
Take the stand, back down, you're singing like a bird
Society moves so fast yet I move so slow, trying to make it last trying not to let go
I thought I had it handled but clearly it handled me and now I can't keep control my grip is slowly fading just like yesterday but maybe I'm fading for a new change, for a better tomorrow but maybe that's not the case.
Maybe I'm just fading because life is old, when you're moving a million miles per hour
Slow down, take a breath, step back, take charge, live.
I can't quite see what I'm being told here but obviously it's something I should listen to, and try to adhere.
Realize you are not the only one in the cosmos, or the only one on earth for that fact. Stop thinking of yourself, think of others, act like a brother, help another.
Humanity was at its greatest when it couldn't speak, we left each other alone instead of trying to blow shit up like sylvester stallone. Fight for the right, but you're fighting to make it through the night, to send a pay check back home
You're not fighting for a civil liberty or citizen's duties, you're fighting because you have to. Backed in a corner, trapped like a wolf, howl to the sky, no more prowling for you. Fiery eyes, uncivilized times, the hair on your neck raises, ain't no razor blade gonna fix your chills.
You don't laugh at jokes that are funny, you poke fun at shit that ain't funny.
Don't call no one retarded 'cause clearly you're ignorant about the birthing process, maybe your mom was too, forget to tell her honey to wrap his tool.
Spittin' to a fool who's wearin' wool, it's summer out and you got a sweater on. Look around you, open your eyes, realize. Wake up.
Million degrees out but that can't change the fact that this world is a material world and will still try to hold on to anything worth monetary value instead of sentimental memories. Some say money is the root of all evil when that's not true, it's the untouched human being, the corrupt soul who's trying to take control. Greedy but not wealthy, they'll do anything to play you like a fool.
Watch the man on the TV, clearly you proclaim him as your hero but you know and I know deep inside he'll never give a shit about what you hold dearly to yourself. Try to cope with the current times, You look at the tube and try not to be confused, to understand the game, you think "maybe one day I'll play that game too" but you don't realize the game is gonna play you. Kick you down, rough your face, the only place left for safety is obviously space. But soon even then that will be occupied and the human race will fight wars for a different resource, one not of this world. I don't know what it is, I never said I did but checking my sources once, twice and thrice times it's the resource every human desires...power. Heartless minds and mindless hearts you're going down on a sinking ship that you can't get off. The dingies have left and you're all alone. Cry out to the sky but now you realize that it's your fault. You stepped into the world thinking you're tough and you're game but you got jumped for a trick and thrown to the lames. Now you spend your life with those who you despise but yet you still don't realize that you've been one all along. Your mind has subconsciouslly told you the truth yet you push it back and don't feed it food. You hope it'll die like a icy wind in the sky but your hopes only start flickers of spark. Dancing flame, playing this game, running for fame. it'll all be over soon and then you'll finally realize you're a buffoon. Self conscious but not pretentious you said when even you know how slow you are. You blame your life on others when it's only you who can take responsibility and man up, make the plan up and stick to.
You're like a car that won't start, you need fixing so you can start up, vroom vroom.[/quote]
Just some shit I've wrote
Here's my current project
[url]www.myspace.com/authorunknownleadfinger[/url]
Show love
[QUOTE=leadfinger;16234952]Here's my current project
[url]www.myspace.com/authorunknownleadfinger[/url]
Show love[/QUOTE]
where's bryce been at
[QUOTE=DeadWeight;16235029]where's bryce been at[/QUOTE]
hes been chilling like the sly dog that he is
[QUOTE=leadfinger;16235118]hes been chilling like the sly dog that he is[/QUOTE]
we should chill with him tomorrow
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